“Well do you have any money on you? Perhaps you can catch a cab to the hotel you’re staying at?” I shook my head and patted the pocket-less slacks I wore. “Right…not a part of the costume huh?” her expression grew more cautious and a touch suspicious, not at all the direction I was hoping for.
“I’d hate for your experience in the city to be a bad one Jay…but I grew up here and know better than to take your story for blind truth you know?” she said and I sighed, truly disappointed that I would not get to have much time in her presence.
“I understand…you must protect yourself,” I gave her a slight bow and then took a step away from her to leave.
“Hey, wait…if you can prove to me that you aren’t a thief or a mugger or a rapist or something, maybe I can lend you my couch for the night. But only for the night,”
“What is a…mugger?” I asked and she laughed at me, the sound was just as intoxicating as her voice.
“Alright, at least I know you’re not a mugger.”
*****
“I can also assure you that I do not mean you any harm,” I said and she studied me for quite some time before she gave a tremendous sigh and gestured for me to follow her.
“I don’t live anywhere fancy, just over in Brooklyn,” she said.
“I am sure Brooklyn is a marvelous place,” I said. That made her laugh again, and I smiled. It took us quite some while to walk to an underground transport shuttle and then from there travel to this Brooklyn and walk to her home, which was a small square space up in a tall brick building.
“So this is me…and there’s the couch where you can crash,” her home was just one wide open room. There was a small kitchen area to the left and a living area in the center, towards the right was a bed and night table. Across from that was a wardrobe and small door.
“Crash?” I asked her. She gave me an odd smile, revealing one dimple in her right cheek.
“Yeah like fall asleep? Where are you from anyways?” she asked and I floundered a bit.
“Where do you think me from?” I asked instead and she tapped her chin thoughtfully.
“Somewhere in Europe, maybe like eastern Europe,” she guessed and I took steps towards her. We were still standing just inside the doorway.
“Yes I believe so,” I said and she captured her full bottom lip between her teeth once again.
“So what country? The Balkans? Or Baltic states?” I was within touching distance of her, and my mind was quickly becoming one-tracked. I had not noticed her scent while outside, but it was soft and sweet and made me want to taste her skin.
“The Baltic…” I made a choice between the two and she quirked an eyebrow.
“So which country?” she pressed, but then walked away from me, going towards the kitchen area.
“What if I told you I was not from this Baltic you speak of…but another place?” I hoped I wouldn’t ruin my chances by testing the subject, but I truly wondered if humans were inherently close minded.
“Are you some super Star Trek fan or something and believe you’re from a different planet?” she asked me. She had retrieved two plastic bottles full of what appeared to be water and then gestured me over to the couch, which was set in front of a black screen mounted on the wall. I walked over and took what she offered, then sat. She sat somewhat cautiously across the couch from me.
“I do not know what Star Trek is…though I could be from a different planet,” I lifted my eyebrows and she laughed at my expression.
“Okay so…say you are, what’s this planet called?” she tested me and I grinned.
“It is called Abalon. Just on the outer Reach of this galaxy in another solar system.”
“Abalon huh…what’s it like on this ‘planet Abalon?’” she was amused by our conversation and clearly thought it was some sort of game, that I couldn’t possibly be speaking truth. If I were on Earth for other reasons perhaps I would show her the spacecraft and convince her. But I was only there for one night and truly it was a night of fantasy.
“It is warm, warmer than earth and there is less water, though we do have oceans and seas. Simply more land mass. The people appear as humans, though we have some genetic differences stemming from evolution on another planet.”
“Really? Like what?” She seemed interested then, and again cautious. Perhaps she was thinking me a madman.
“For instance our people are heartier of countenance, our males generally taller, our females mostly slenderer, even after sexual maturation. They do not get the curves like human females do,” I made sure to keep contact with her eyes, as not to make her wary.
“You sound really…convincing,” she said and I shrugged one shoulder.
“I am not trying to deceive you, though I understand if you would not readily believe this,” she stared at me and chewed on that full bottom lip.
“So you’re an alien, from Abalon…that means everything you told me about your friend is false,” she said. I glanced away from her, embarrassed that she contradicted my statement of not wanting to deceive her.
“That I did lie about and I apologize. I was the one who left my friend…because I saw you,” I admitted and she studied me closely once more.
“So now you ended up exactly where you want to be huh?” she asked and I dared not reply for fear of saying something I should not. “I have to admit I’d never take in a stranger from the city, but you just…you’re different. You’re so tall and…well you don’t look like your average Joe.”
“Average Joe?” I asked and she smirked.
“You know…you’re really handsome and I don’t know, there’s something innocent about you,” she said. I had to laugh.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, in a way where if I wanted to I could believe your story about you being from another planet,” I nodded in understanding then. “So if you are from Abalon, why’d you come to Earth?”
“For one special night that I would not get the opportunity of having for a long while.
“A special night?” she asked and shifted in her seat, I caught her scent and it was richer, warmer as if her body temperature had risen. Perhaps hopefully from arousal. She did say I was handsome…
“Yes, I have…I have reached a new station on my planet and the duties I will incur will consume much of my time.”
“So you’re saying you came to Earth to have one crazy night then?”
“A memorable night. I…my friend suggested we come here to…” I could not tell her Rockwell’s crude suggestion. Surely then she would turn me away for being so forward.
“He suggested you come to Earth to have sex with an alien…” she said, drawing the correct conclusions.
“Not an alien, a human female…anyhow do you believe any of this or do you think me a…handsome madman?” I asked with a small smile and she laughed. Then she leaned forward to set her untouched water on the small table in front of the couch. I followed suit.
“I think a little bit of both…”
“And what do you think of my being here?” I gestured to her small home and she bit her lip once again, but did not answer me. “You thought me different correct?” I asked her and cautiously scooted closer to her, I had such a strong urge to touch her and taste her, it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.
“Yeah…you clearly are different,” she said and chuckled, though a bit nervously. But she made no moves to get away from me.
“I wish to touch your hair. May I?” I asked her and she gave me a curious smile, but eventually closed the distance between us and tilted her head towards me. The thick curls fell over her shoulder and I wrapped a lock around my finger. It was soft and a little spongy. Then I ran my fingers through the back and they drifted right through the curly locks.
“People don’t have hair like mine on your world?” Clarice asked and I shook my head.
“No,” I said softly and then touched even smoother hair at her nape. She shivered at the delicate touch. I leaned my head closer to h
ers and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. I pulled back slightly and then she kissed me again and I responded with more fervor. Her lips were as soft as I imagined, I licked along her bottom lip and then captured it between my own teeth. She gasped and then I slid my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues caressed and heat swept through me, I had to fight the urge to make love to her then and there. I did not wish to harm or frighten her. Clarice did not seem the type to lay with strangers, though I wondered truly why I was such an exception.
I slid my hands underneath her parka and was surprised to be met with bare skin. Her stomach was flat, but then she had some clothing over her breasts and I had half a mind to rip the clothing off from her. She anticipated my thoughts and quickly unzipped the parka and unclipped what held her breasts. She then shed the clothing onto the floor and my eyes heated on her full bare breasts. Her nipples were dark and puckered into taut peaks that begged for my lips. I palmed her breasts first and swept my thumbs over her nipples before lowering my head to one and taking it between my teeth. She cried out softly and her fingers pushed into my hair and flexed as I teased her nipples with my mouth and fingers. Soon I pulled her onto me to straddle my hips and her core settled right over the bulge of my erection.
She moaned softly and ground her hips to rub against me. I hissed and then began pulling at my clothes to get them off, she lithely stood up to remove her pants, as I did mine.
“Wait…I want to look at you,” I told her and reached out to hold the curve of her waist. Her shape was amazing, as was the smoothness of her skin. I turned her around slowly and she laughed. She even had a full, round backside. “You are so extraordinary,” I said and turned her to face me once more. She simply smiled and then bent to kiss me.
“Thank you…I guess,” she said and I pulled her onto my lap and she gasped when her eyes drifted down to my straining sex. “Wow you’re…big,” she said, her eyes were wide and her jaw a little slack.
“Does that frighten you?” I asked and she shook her head.
“It’s just…surprising I guess,” she whispered, but then gripped me in her hand and I ground my teeth as she stroked the length of me with a firm grip. The pleasure shot through me and her eyes were rapt on my reaction to her ministrations.
“You’re the beautiful one,” she whispered and I groaned before taking her and stretching her along the couch underneath me. My fingers swept in between her legs and she moaned when I touched the wetness of her core. I slid my fingers into her folds and found her slick opening. She moaned again and her back arched when I slowly slid my fingers into her. She was so hot and tight inside, my sex twitched with impatience as I imagined how she’d feel clenched around me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread her legs open a bit farther and guided my sex to hers. I slid into her with surprising ease and she let out a long moan. Her hands slid up my arms to grip my shoulders. Her hold around me was good enough to transport my mind to a different place. All I was aware of was my hips driving against hers and the sounds she made, her calls for me not to stop. I didn’t stop. I made full use of the time we had. Until sunrise when I left her naked and asleep on her bed.
*****
“Well?” Rockwell had a broad grin on his face when I returned to the spacecraft. He looked at me for signs of change, but I displayed none. For reasons unknown I wanted to keep my night with Clarice private.
“Well let’s get back,” I said and he looked at me in confusion.
“Did you not accomplish our task? I certainly did, with not just one human female, but two,” he went on to excitedly relay his night and I pretended to listen. In truth I was still in bed with Clarice, looking into her golden green eyes that were pools of heat and pleasure.
Once we were back on Abalon I retired to my quarters for a long bath and to rest for a while. It was hard to syphon Clarice from my mind, it was like she was a drug in my blood. Though I had no choice but to forget her. I could not simply bring her to Abalon and take her as my queen. A human queen of Abalon would not go over well with the people.
The rest of the week was full of grand feasts and parties and on the last day of celebrations, another grand parade. Afterwards I began my true duties as king. Presiding over the High Council, seeing to matters of the planet, as well as weighing in on the Reach’s small council of five planets, all in separate solar systems but close enough that we were able to travel between each with relative simplicity. There was much talk of Earth and adding it to the alliance, though the humans were not technologically advanced enough to be an equal partner.
Days passed, then months, and still I thought of Clarice often. Nearly a year after our one night though, I was approached late at night by a close advisor of the court, Oyce
“My king? I apologize for the interruption…but there is a matter that needs your immediate attention.”
I looked up at him, wondering what was so urgent. “Yes?” I asked and he took a deep breath, before relaying a discovery that ran my blood cold.
“In our ongoing explorations and intelligence gathering on the planet Earth a most troubling…discovery has been made. I will dispense with preamble. A true blooded Abalonian lives on Earth, my king. The child is only a baby, and has a human mother at that!” he said with wide eyes. I simply stared at him as my mind went to Clarice. Though I couldn’t deny that I hoped the child was perhaps Rockwell’s with one of the two females he had lain with.
“No other Abalonian would have been on Earth following the timeline of the child’s conception…though we did have rudimentary knowledge of the planet…my king, what should we do about this? The only Abalonians who were capable of travelling to Earth would be in the military…or perhaps the High Court,” Oyce added and I sighed deeply. My body was strangely numb and it was as if in the very depths of my soul I knew… knew Clarice and I had conceived.
“Oyce, can you summon Rockwell here please?” I asked him. His eyes widened again, but then he nodded and then hurried away. I stared out through the wide window on my right and imagined a child who looked like Clarice, but perhaps with my light brown eyes and a lighter mixture of our skin tones. Was it a girl? A boy? I should have asked Oyce more about the child, but I’d been far too shocked by the news.
Rockwell and Oyce returned quickly to the study and closed the door firmly behind them.
“My king…what is the matter?” Rockwell asked me, his expression was wary and guarded.
“Oyce…tell him,” I said, and Oyce relayed the news of there being an infant Abalonian on Earth. Rockwell’s eyes widened and I could imagine his heart clenched in on itself as mine had.
“Oyce swear to secrecy of this meeting,” I told him. He gave the sacred oath on the mothers of our planet and the sanctity of his honor to never repeat the words uttered in our closed meeting. “The child could either be mine of Rockwell’s,” I told him and he gasped.
“It could be yours my king? Are you certain?” he asked me and I nodded once.
“We should bring the human female and the child here, to see who precisely the father is and go from there,” Rockwell said, his tone grave and a bit choked. He looked pale and I felt weak, though it was a good thing I was seated. What if I had a child? What if it was Clarice? Again that feeling of certainty hit me and settled firmly in my chest. It would be Clarice; it simply would be.
“I will go myself to retrieve the female and child immediately,” Rockwell said and then looked at Oyce. “Give me the exact location.”
“Wait, if the child is mine…if I conceived with the human female…” I spoke with uncertainty and even a bit of fear as I imagined what the repercussions of that would be.
“We will deal with that if it arrives my king, in the meantime…do not leave the palace,” said Rockwell. I nodded once and let him go. Once the door shut, Oyce levelled his strange golden gaze on me.
“My king, if this is your child, he would be the heir to your throne, and you would have to take the human female as queen.” Shock still pervaded
my mind and my heart beat like a fast fox in my chest. He went on. “The child would not be so much of a concern, it is just a babe with Abalonian genes being dominant. It can grow and be taught as a true Abalonian…though the female would present a problem,” he continued on, speaking simply to fill the air. None of his words helped much. I was dazed. And I wondered very much about Clarice.
*****
Clarice
“Shh, shh. I know, I woke you up LJ, and that was mean of me…” I tried to soothe the writhing baby boy, but he simply had not appreciated the sound of my keys falling onto the hardwood floor. I sighed, my chest feeling heavy from stress and worry. I needed to get an apartment with a proper one bedroom at least. The studio just wasn’t going to cut it for us. I picked him up out of his bassinet and held him close to my chest. It was his favorite position to be held and he started to quiet a little.
“There we go…” I murmured and began to rock him back to sleep. Even a month after he was born and I still couldn’t believe I had a baby. I hadn’t even known I was pregnant until my stomach started to swell. Hell I had been on birth control until I was four months pregnant!
But even though he had been unexpected, I loved my baby boy so much, more than I could convey.
That night with Jay…the gorgeous, possible alien, man who stopped me in the park. I was sure he was the father because I hadn’t had sex with anyone else anywhere near that time frame. His molten brown eyes haunted me a long while after our night together, as did his gorgeous features. The strong jaw, slightly cleft chin, and high cheekbones. His straight nose and intense brows that made his gaze seem so mysterious, not to mention his pink lips which were so soft and plump. The feel of his silky blond hair was also something that was hard to forget; it had been the length of his shoulders and streaked with one silver lock.
Plus, I saw his features in our beautiful baby boy. Little Jay had his brown eyes and I could tell he’d have a full head of dirty blonde curls soon. I carefully laid LJ down in his bassinet once his breathing deepened and his mouth found his tiny thumb. I took extra care to tiptoe to my bed and lie down gingerly. LJ had the most sensitive hearing and any sound woke him easily. I could only imagine how jarring the sound of keys falling must have been to him. I had intended to take a nap along with the baby. I’d read that if he was asleep I should try and get some shut eye in too. Then a tentative knock sounded at the front door and LJ started up again. I groaned and then got up from bed.
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